Monthly Archives: August 2007

So much beauty in the world

Thursday 30 August 2007

The bag scene from the movie American Beauty

You want to see the most beautifuI thing I’ve ever filmed? It was one of those days…where it’s a minute away from snowing…and there was this electricity in the air. You can almost hear it…right?…and this bag was just…dancing with me…like a little kid begging me to play with it, for fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things…and this incredibly benevolent force…that wanted me to know that there was no reason to be afraid…ever. Video’s a poor excuse I know, but it helps me remember. I need to remember. Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world…I feel like I can’t take it…and my heart is just going to…cave in..

cross-eyed and cross words

Wednesday 29 August 2007

I have been thinking I should stop my habit of collecting random images with vaguely iconic undertones; it doesn’t seem to have any higher purpose. And what of my vast collection of wine corks, any use anyone? As my stockpile of pebbles with holes is nearing one hundred and thirty (yes, I counted them once), I’ve begun a new collection of only white ones – the striped collection was slower to grow. It is rather disappointing however, when I get home from a day at the coast with my precious new white finds only to realise there are many subtle variations of white in the natural world – so in due course attention to their arrangement will be crucial.

Today, I dug out a drawing I had completed back in 2004, faint, wispy scribbles and contours on white board, encased in a white frame.

Now, it seems only natural to want to paint everything white and start all over again…

Here are just a few of my found crosses

found crosses

found art - cross

cross - found art environment

cross - found painting drawing - environment

Sublime Decay

Tuesday 28 August 2007

It was back to the day job today – a day in which I had interesting conversations with two different colleagues – two who separately declared themselves not to be artists but their artistic interests and opinions were as valid as any professional artist I have met. One had visited my website and was interested in my abstract photography and complimented me on my style of writing. He then talked of taking photographs of old shed doors and the ripples in mud flats. My other colleague asked me at what point I had become interested in all things weathered and rotten(!) to which I replied it is really about decay, the sense of seeing a reflection of one’s own mortality in all living and dying things – a need to seize the moment or vision, for tomorrow it be no longer be, look or feel the same.

The passage of time is an elusive but relentless force, forever retreating into its past, framed only by our memories of it (perhaps helped by writings, images, objects). Time ahead, although perceptible, will still throw up an unforeseen event – prediction or foresight is not a science. Of course, sublime means something which inspires awe or wonderment, perhaps leading to a spiritual enlightenment or personal insight – and so why not the ripples in mud, evidence of other powers at work – an image which will be erased by the following day. My other colleague had taken a number of photographs of fire jugglers and the moving lights at a festival (taking the advice of sometimes shooting from the hip) and it caused me to think back to my own ‘light drawings‘ from 2003, images which I had never thought to post here as I couldn’t see any obvious connection to my other work…

light drawings

I am not sure that they are at all sublime, but they cannot be captured again – like mist, rainbows or vapour trails in the sky, captivating yet intangible, a beauty seemingly devoid of actual substance. The last image displayed here was the best of many attempts to draw a star shape at night time. I think in truth, its visibility was born out of a process of decay – wisp-like forms slowly weakened, furiously burning through a phantom trail of its own making; I just enabled its geometry with a slow-exposure….

light drawings
Little Star December 2003